My Twin's Girlfriend (Book 1/2)(RE-WRITING)

Beatrice has the life of a prince, rich parents, a huge home, sports scholarship, A grades, and his girlfriend Danni Michelson. So what happened to Beatrice to send him off the rails?
Danni has no idea what she wants in life. She struggles with her...

Chapter 2 Andy

It's been 4 years since I've been in this shithole of a place. The same smell of fuel and gas leaked through the air, poisoning my lungs every time I breathed. Saying that I hated this place was an understatement. The people here were rich narcacists who only wanted money and fame. The food here was expensive, way too expensive if you ask me. The school was the worst, cocky pricks and pole up their ass teachers. Then there was my family. Prince Beatrice and his royal parents. Beatrice was unfortunately my twin, and definitely the dumb one. He was all brawn and no brain. My parents were money hungry, trying to claim everything as their own. Once they kicked me out they needed something to fill their satisfaction. All they were left with was a dumb kid who wouldn't bring money to the family. Last time I came here I was 14 and hating life. As soon as my parents kicked me out I traveled the country. Hitchhiking and working through cities and small coastal towns. Although I haven't been to school since I was 14, I still studied English literature while I could. The other subjects didn't phase me too much.

Here I stood, outside of the brick mansion. 38 rooms and only three slept. The Lamborghini cars parked in the driveway, a pathetic garden around a water fountain, I made my way towards the double doors. My parents tried to reach me a few years ago when they first kicked me out. They thought I wouldn't go anywhere being 14. They were wrong. I stood outside the double doors, my height nearly as tall as them. I knocked heavily on the door, my knuckles familiar with the hard wood. I took a lot of jobs doing carpentry and building. I even finished two apprenticeships this year. The double doors opened and their stood the maid. She looked older, more tired. Her grey hair frizzed our from her bun, her blue eyes weary and shocked.

"A-Andy?" She questioned, looking over me from head to toe.

"Are Patricia and Francis around?" I asked, looking down at a trembling maid.

"Of course, please come in Andy," she beamed, letting me in. The house hasn't changed. The same wide staircase in an open room, halls running in all directions. I watched as she made her way into the kitchen. The same paintings plastered the walls, the chandelier seemed dustier, less sturdy. I watched as a Botox looking women walked in. Her blonde hair was kept tight, her bun high on her head. Her pink suit and skirt made her look professional, her rings covering her wrinkled fingers. I made eye contact with the same honey brown eyes I had on myself.

"Andrea," she breathed, panic washing over her cake face.

"Patricia," I nodded, looking around the house.

"It's been so long-"

"Four years," I interrupted, throwing my hands in my denim jacket.

"We tried reaching out to you-"

"I got the letters," I replied, watching her grow agitated.

"Where did you go Andrea?" She asked, shaking her head softly. Why must she call me that?

"Be nice Andrea, you're brothers girlfriend is here," she sighed. I looked at the small auburn girl. She was beautiful. Her hair shaped her face, her freckles like a galaxy of stars on her face. Her green eyes met mine, pain and dishonesty shined within them.

"I'm Andy," I smiled, holding my hand out to her.

"Danni," she replied, shaking my hand softly. Her hands were so soft and warm.